everything can happen…

September 23, 2010

The entire journal had words that have been foreign to me for so long… words like ambition, success, power, even rich. Yet all of these words were being called in for me from this little journal given to me by a dear friend. It was my birthday, a time when you reflect on all that has happened, all that hasn’t and all that will. I turned to the very last page of this sweet book and it read…

Everything can happen…

Not anything can happen, everything can happen…and I began to wonder if more than one good thing in my heart can happen. If there is more than one idea, one hope, one dream…what if all of what I need can happen, every last thing, Everything Can Happen.
It suddenly felt so profound. To ask, to believe, to stand in this way of thinking and being.
I put the book down, grabbed my trusty chalk and ran out to the soul blackboard.
When I was done chalking my new manifesto, I dusted off hands by rubbing them together in a spit-spot kind of way, just like Mary Poppins after cleaning the nursery with her magic and a spoon full of sugar. I felt as though it was done, all of it.